Update: I now have a job. After twenty-some job interviews and four months — four painful, self-doubting, daytime-tv-watching, poverty-striken months — I am now employed. (Six months, if we're counting from graduation, eight if we're counting from when I actually began mailing out job applications — but let's not.)

Anyway. During the last few months, there are many, many people (yourselves all included) who have put up with a lot of whining from me. And I hope they know how much I appreciate them, and that I will stop doing that now.

So thank you to everyone who ever forwarded a job ad to me, bought me dinner, listened to me rant for a while, or promised me I'd get a job sooner or later.

I'm tempted to spin around, toss my hat in the air and sing something about how I'm gonna make it afterall, but I woke up with a touch of the flu this morning, so any twirling would be ill-advised. And I don't own a beret.

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